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A somewhat odd AAR 4: Goverment AAR

Head of State: Doctor Amadeus Hick-Up
Cheif of Goverment: Doctor Amadeus Hick-Up
Military Minister: Cheif Snoring Tiger
Public Minister: Bert Richochamy
Secret Minister: No One Knows
Foreign Minister: E T. Ejlen

First meeting, Monrovia, 1 January, 1936:

-Military state, Mr Cheif? asked Dictator Hick-Up.
-None, sir. We have no industries. Hick-Up plicked on some buttons on his mega-advanced computer with Windows 64.
-Now we have it... You'll get three tank divisions, six cruisers, nine fighters and twelwe infantry divisions. Shoo with you... How is the public front?
-Good....

Letter to FoMi Ejlen:

Attack France on February 1 1936. When we have advanced far enough contact me.

//President Hick-Up.

To be continued..
 
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Monrovia.. Liberia! I've played many a game as liberia.. it's my favorite hands-off minor. It would actually be really cool to play if Liberia had any manpower at all. If I remember correctly, there's enough for.. 1 infantry unit, but since it gets 0 manpower, there is no chance to expand, even if Liberia joins the axis. The french or british get around to whiping ya out.
 
Second meeting, Monrovia, 1 February 1936:

-We have, ehm, been trying to annex France, but when we did like the Germans some damn event window came up in front of our soldiers, and, ehm, they bumped into it. said Cheif Snoring Tiger.
-Yes? said dictator Hick-Up.
-Ehm... Vichy France were created. Cheif Snoring Tiger answered.
-WHAT? God damn it. I don't know how to script events. shouted dictator Hick-Up.
-Well, I do have a little homepage we can use. Cheif Snorig Tiger began softly.
-Tell me! Oh, come on. Tell me-e-e! dictator Hick-Up jumped up and down, waving with his arms.
-It's called Havards HoI Hacking Haven. Here's the adress: http://editing.hearts-of-iron.com/?page=index.
-Okey. Metting is over. dictator Hick-Up sounded satisfied.
-Actually, it's called a meeting. M E E T I N G. Cheif Snoring Tiger corrected him.
-OUT, YOU GOD DAMNED FUCKING INDIAN! dictator Hick-Up yelled

Letter from Doctor Heinzknocker:

Dear Doctorish Comradish. I'm a nazi and I want to be your friend.

PS. I own Switzerland.

//Dr. Heinzknocker.

To be continued...
 
Third meeting, Monrovia, 1 February 1936:

-My engineers are finished with peace events. Cheif Snoring Tiger said.
-Lets see then. Great Britain, France, Italy, Spain, Belgium, Portugal, South Africa, Ethiopia and Liberia. Liberia.. It sounds familiar. Oh, now I know. WE ARE LIBERIA YOU GOD DAMN FUCKING INDIAN IDIOT! dictator Hick-Up shouted.
-You never call the others fucking Indians. Cheif Snoring Tiger said, quite harmed.
-Well, maybe it is because Richochamy, No One Knows and Ejlen aren't relatives to the Navajo Indians. dictator Hick-Up nodded.
-Oh. But Ejlen... Cheif Snoring Tiger was cut off by Dictator Hick-Ups answer.
-Well, that is because he is from Mars.
-Oh. But anyway, the events is ready to be triggered, just liberate Paris and you will be fine. Cheif Snoring Tiger explained.
-Great. dictator Hick-Up laughed a evil laughter.

Letter to Doctor Heinzknocker:

Dear "Doctorish Comradish". First of all, you suck att German. Everyone konws that Doctor Comrade is Docteur Coumradde. And I'm not a nazi, I'm just evil.

PS. I own whole French Africa. Screw you.

//Dictator Doctor Amadeus Hick-Up.

To be continued...